The smile he gets as she 'hints' about more jewelry, showing off the ring he gave her, is difficult to interpret. Fond, pleased, a little amused, and maybe a little smug. At the risk of revealing too much, he says "I promise you, nothing I find is gonna come close to that ring. Plus, I already got you a necklace when we first met." A necklace, he mentally adds, that's rather painful for him to see her wearing. Maybe something a little less holy that she could wear around him...
"There is no such thing as the perfect tease," he tries to explain, but he's pretty sure she won't understand. And there's no way to turn the tables on her to prove it--well, no way that he can think of, with her. Maybe in a few years, when she's grown into her sexuality, and he's more comfortable with it. He tries not to think about the future too much, but as Buffy once told him, when I think about the future, all I see is you. It should be strange that the 250-year-old is the one more scared of looking into the future and realizing how tangled together theirs is, instead of the 17-year-old.
At the suggestion that he guess what it is, and that she could've told him about it in a letter, Angel narrows his eyes, turning to give her a slow once-over as they walk. His mind had been thinking one thing, but she seems to be hinting at something else. "Considering you've told me before how much you like shopping in LA... lingerie?"
Because that is definitely something he can imagine Buffy doing, going into a shop and picking out something she thinks he'll enjoy, or just that she'd get a thrill out of wearing. It's a thought that has merit, and even if he's wrong about the 'surprise', he may have to bring up the idea of buying her something. Wearing something he'd like, hidden under her clothes so only she knows about it. The best kind of secret.
And maybe she can't decode all the smile is but, Buffy can at least figure one of those out; fond. Or maybe it's the one she goes with. "Your point being...?" She prompts, rearranging their arms down between them, keeping her fingers laced with his. "Because if that's you giving up on finding me something, you only listed two categories, buster. Ring and necklace. There's still bracelet, earrings and anklet." More than anything it's another tease. Not only does she not expect anything, but also, she already has plenty of jewelry. But the pieces he's given her are what she cherishes the most. Still. If he needed ideas for down the road, well. He can't say she never helped give him any.
She knows her experience doesn't compare to his ─ something she does her best to ignore every time her insecurities kick up, when they're together ─ but she's no blushing virgin, either. The summer has been spent not only shopping but learning a thing or two thanks to twentieth century technology and information at her fingertips. Lifting her head from against Angel's shoulder, Buffy tilts her chin up to look at him. Except there isn't a question on her face as if she doesn't understand. What he's met with, should he look at her, is a glint in her eyes, like she's taken it as a personal challenge to prove to him there is. "It's a good thing I said almost perfect, huh." She smirks.
"I like shopping in general. LA has more options than Sunnydale, though." A sad fact, even with a mall, Sunnydale's clothing stores aren't anything compared to LA. She could spend half as much time in stores there, and walk away with double of that than she'd manage here. "And good guess." Is he wrong? Is he right? She's not telling him (he's right). Not with words. And not yet. There's a plan in her head that she's had for weeks. Come Hell or high water, she has every intention on seeing it through just like she imagined. "You're gonna have to wait until we get back to your place to find out." She hums, amused. "Keep guessing though. I wanna hear what else you think I might have in store for you." She adds boldly, the tip of her tongue skimming over her lips deliberately slow as she watches his reaction. What can she say, she likes playing with fire. And because maybe she wants some ideas of what else she could gift him, too.
"Buffy," he intones seriously, "please remember I'm very old-fashioned. If I got you more jewelry as a gift, it wouldn't be the kind you wear every day."
Frankly, he'd cover her in diamonds if he could. She deserves nothing less. For all that she's been through, and is sure to continue going through, she deserves to be pampered as much as possible.
Feeling a little playful (and frankly a little love-drunk, which she tends to bring out in him anyway, and even more so after spending all summer apart), Angel swings their connected hands a little, narrowing his eyes at her in consideration. "Considering your previous experience with tattoos, I can't imagine that's it. Not a tongue piercing - I would've felt it," he smirks, "even if you did manage to hide the way it changes someone's speech. And any other particular piercings..." He gives her another, more thoroughly and sultry once-over. "...take forever to heal. And while I've heard they're certainly fun, it's more for the person wearing them, than anyone else."
The idea of Buffy with a nipple piercing, or better a clitoral piercing, is intriguing and surprisingly arousing, though. Unfortunately, he can just imagine the complications an active, combative lifestyle would bring, and reluctantly dismisses the idea.
Immediately her mind races, trying to think of a piece of jewelry she couldn't wear every day. Sure, she changes her earrings and her necklace here and there, but she wears nearly the same ones a few times a week, so it can't be anything like the ring or cross he bought for her. "What, like a tiara?" It's meant as a joke, her arm loosening to allow him to swing it without restriction. There's no way she'd wear one. Ever. Well. Not this version of her. If he had met her before Sunnydale (or, you know, if she knew he did~), before she'd become the Slayer, that version of her would have very well worn it, every single day.
"You mean the forced tattoo that made me a demon magnet, literally?" Yeah, no. Tattoos are not in her future. Between the initial inking of it and then the removal of it, Buffy's learned tattoos are not worth the cost. Especially in terms of actual money.
What renders her completely speechless, and her brain to stop working altogether, is his informed reply about a tongue ring and other piercings. Particularly how he would've felt it. And now it's all she pictures. Wondering how it might feel to have the metal bar glide over his tongue and over his teeth until she worked her way out and down the length of his body so he could get a better feel for it where it would have the most influence. That alone has her considering it might not be a bad thing. If she were into those kinds of piercings. She's not; but more power to those who are. Her mouth opens ready to comment but all that comes out is an unintelligent sound. Her cheeks are burning and her ears, too. Mainly from the way his eyes darken, just the slightest ─ bless Slayer abilities allowing her to have keen eyesight in the night to notice ─ and how he's drinking her in. A look she knows well. A look that normally has her throwing herself at him, when in private.
Every other reaction her body usually has to it ─ to him, is still present. Just several more blocks and she can have him, she reminds herself.
Finally, finally though, she finds her words with her heart still racing. "How do you know long other piercings take to heal?" She doesn't think he's been with anyone who would have told him, or found out from experiencing it with them, but she has to ask all the same, curious. But then! The second it's out of her mouth it dawns on her.
Turning her head inward, she presses her face momentarily against his arm and groans, realizing what he's done; turned the tables. "You're awful, you know that?" She sighs, "An awful tease."
Angel can't help his laughter at her guess. "No, not a tiara. A necklace, or earrings - or both - but... you know the phrase 'dripping in diamonds?' That kind of necklace." Although she'd look good with any color of precious gems.
"I'm not sure 'literal demon magnet' is quite accurate - just the one demon was attracted to you," he can't help but murmur, getting sidetracked for just a moment over the thought.
It's only a slight reprieve, as her reaction to his comment about piercings is definitely worth paying attention to. He can hear her heart pounding, recognizes the signs of her arousal even if he couldn't practically taste it in the air around her. "You'd be surprised the kind of people I've met over the years. Vampire and human. There was a tattoo artist in Reno in the 60s who was interested in piercing. He figured out what I was, and kept pestering me to let him 'practice' on me, since I heal fast and couldn't get infections. I did not agree," he's quick to inform her, "but it was still interesting, listening to him talk about stuff."
He laughs again when she realizes what he's done. Bending his head closer to where she has hers pressed to his shoulder, he murmurs, "That is the perfect tease. Awful - and doesn't leave the teaser unaffected."
Her elbow twists ever so slightly in order to nudge against his ribs. "You cannot laugh at me throwing out tiara as a guess and in the same breath tell me you want to cover me in diamonds." Buffy reasons. After all, a tiara would be the cheaper option, she thinks, since tiaras can be plain, no jewels adorning them. Whereas a diamond necklace with matching earrings would cost... well, a lot more than she thinks he has. Not that she thinks about how much money he has. Actually, that's never once crossed her mind. "While my wardrobe is impressive, I don't have anything remotely fitting to be worn with a diamond, much less plural." Not to mention she'd be terrified of breaking the strand and losing one!
"Fine, one demon. Sheesh. You don't need to take it...literally, like I just said, okay that's on me. But still!" She huffs, sticking her tongue out at him.
Practically wrapping herself around his arm, Buffy hangs on his every word and curbs herself from asking any of the vast number of questions springing up as he tells her about the tattoo artist. For the time being, anyhow. She's too caught up in the reality that there are things she doesn't know about him. Small things, not major things since she knows all of those (or she believes). Like this; that he spent time in Nevada. That he hung around people she wouldn't have ever guessed would be the type he'd gravitate towards. "What sorta stuff exactly?" She asks, voice a little quieter, almost shy, with her interest. "And why'd you say no?" It's a legitimate question for someone who could take it out immediately and not scar.
A low growl escapes her at the way he chooses to give her a taste of her own medicine; his voice soft and words hot against her ear. Blunt teeth come to bite not at his skin of his shoulder, but at the material of his shirt in retaliation. Until his little confession sends a shiver down her spine, vibrating her whole body. "What particular piercings did you have in mind when considering what the surprise was?" She asks, her own question exciting her for whatever his answer might be.
As they near his apartment, Angel feels bold enough to reach out, running his fingers lightly down buffy's neck, over her clavicle, to the dip of her throat and slightly lower. "Was kinda thinking the necklace would be the wardrobe," he informs her in a husky voice.
When she sticks her tongue out at him, he can't help but lean forward and playfully snap his - dull, human - teeth at her.
When she seems shy, but interested in knowing more, Angel realizes he hasn't really told her much about his life before coming to Sunnydale - his post-soul life, at any rate. He shrugs a little. "He was a hippie, had traveled to India to learn traditional tattooing, then came home to learn the modern methods. Talking about how to get the ink to take under the skin, different pigments and how they fade over time. He liked my tattoo--" he shifts his shoulder forward a little, to indicate the gryphon on his back, "--asked me a lot of questions about it, only some of which I could answer. I did let him practice tattooing on me; a vampire's skin doesn't take regular tattoo ink, it just heals over before it can set. He was fascinated by that, too. As to why I said no to the piercing..." he shrugs a little. "It felt too much like being a guinea pig. I can't explain the difference, it was just... A little too much."
The tiny growl she gives, the bite to his shirt, wondering what piercings he'd been thinking of - all together, it's too much; Angel lets go of buffy's hand, only to swoop down and whisk her up into his arms. "Screw walking," he mutters, starting to sprint the last few blocks.
The nice thing about being a vampire is, he doesn't get winded from running. Fatigued after a while, but not from just running a few blocks.
Though the touch is light, the path his finger brushes across her skin burns under the weight of it. As if he's leaving a scorching trail along her skin, marking a path for later. And all she can do is let her head fall back, exposing the column of her throat. If he wants to work her up, and he has!, then by all means, she can do the same. "Me in nothing but a diamond necklace and you..." She purrs, "...completely dressed." The image of Angel dressed to the nines and her in nothing, sprawled across his bed or in front of the fire place, has Buffy nearly losing her footing.
The snap of his teeth causes her face to crinkle up and pulls a laugh out of her. If he was going for seductive with that, it somehow backfired and registered only as adorable. Which she'll keep to herself.
Instinctively her hand reaches behind him. Blindly tracing fingers over the material of his shirt where she knows the tattoo to be hidden underneath, she says, "I like it, too." In case he was wondering how she felt about it. She nods at his explanation. At not wanting to be made some guinea pig, or lab rat. "Would you get one now? A piercing not a tattoo I mean." She has to ask, even if he isn't the type of guy who would get one, either.
Before she can add on what kind of piercing would he get, if he did contemplate getting one, the world shifts and she's no longer standing. The sudden change in position makes her squeak in surprise. But then she's caught on. Her arms loop around his neck, holding onto him as he rushes back to the mansion. The position now gives her the ability to reach his ear. "How about you screw me instead?" She breathes boldly, leaning forward to capture the soft part of his ear between teeth, giving it a tug.
Somehow, she managed to turn an already-good fantasy into something brilliant. It's not even something entirely new to him, clothed sex, whether it's both or only one of them - sadly, pretty much nothing is new to him, as far as sex at this point - but when it's with Buffy, everything seems more. The idea plays out in his head, and he decides then and there he's going to have to find the most exquisite necklace, and earrings, and maybe even some bracelets, just to complete the look, for her to wear. He'll buy paste jewelry if he has to (although he'd much prefer it be the real thing, since his eyes can tell the subtle difference).
Since the tongue sticking out from her wasn't mature or seductive, he wasn't going for that, either. He likes getting to be playful with her. Playful used to be something only Angelus did; even as a human he'd rarely gotten to be playful, not like this.
The idea of getting a piercing now still holds no appeal to him, and privately he thinks Spike is much more suited to that kind of thing. Despite the tattoo (which he'd mostly done as an act of low-class rebellion against his upbringing, despite doing it after he'd already become a vampire), he still considers things like tattoos or piercings to either be crass, low-class, or just obnoxious. At least when it comes to himself, anyway.
Buffy's murmur against his ear, feeling her hot breath, followed by the gentle-sharp tug of her teeth, brings forth an involuntary growl from his chest. "That's the plan, lass," he mutters, a hint of Irish coloring his words.
It helps to have a fresh take on just about everything related to sex. Her lack of experience might hinder her in some areas (though never for long thanks to Angel), but Buffy's imagination has never once failed her. Even when the reality is a hundred times better.
Hopefully it is just how he views piercings when it comes to himself. Otherwise Buffy, with her several holes along her ears,and the one she's been thinking about getting, might have a lot to be self-conscious about.
Whether the slip of his accent around the endearment was deliberate or not, the sound of it, coupled with the growl that she feels vibrate from his chest, goes straight to her core and she melts against him. If he could smell her arousal earlier, then there's no mistaking it now. Not with just how turned on she is. Despite the way her nature ─ the Slayer's nature ─ scratches under the surface in reaction to the growl.
And as much as she'd like nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him do the same, she has a plan. One she very much still wants to see through. Albeit faster than previously pictured. But not too much faster. One of the points was to tease him, slowly with the big reveal.
"When we get back to your place, I need ─ no, I want you to set me down and for you to sit down. Doesn't matter if it's on the couch or the bed, I just need you to do that for me, okay? And also, I need you not to touch. I wanna enjoy showing you what I bought." She breathes, mustering up the confidence she had just before finding him in the graveyard but lost somewhere along the way temporarily.
As in most things, Angel's a walking contradiction. He views himself (and most older vampires, really) through a completely different lens, holds himself to a different standard than he expects modern-era humans to adhere to. For an average human... he really doesn't have much of an opinion. For Buffy... actually, he finds her multiple earrings charming, a little enticing. But then, she's never been an average human girl to him, anyway.
Listening to her instructions, he can already imagine having to physically sit on his hands in order to follow them.
Thankfully, he never locks his apartment door. The kinds of beings who might come looking for him aren't usually deterred by locks - or doors in general - and with him not being human, the same invitation rules don't apply to other vampires. Still, he sets Buffy down outside the door, opens it, leaving her to follow - and walks straight to his bed, where he sits. Firmly on his hands.
"No touching."
He's fully prepared for some at least mild torture, but a very big pay-off.
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The smile he gets as she 'hints' about more jewelry, showing off the ring he gave her, is difficult to interpret. Fond, pleased, a little amused, and maybe a little smug. At the risk of revealing too much, he says "I promise you, nothing I find is gonna come close to that ring. Plus, I already got you a necklace when we first met." A necklace, he mentally adds, that's rather painful for him to see her wearing. Maybe something a little less holy that she could wear around him...
"There is no such thing as the perfect tease," he tries to explain, but he's pretty sure she won't understand. And there's no way to turn the tables on her to prove it--well, no way that he can think of, with her. Maybe in a few years, when she's grown into her sexuality, and he's more comfortable with it. He tries not to think about the future too much, but as Buffy once told him, when I think about the future, all I see is you. It should be strange that the 250-year-old is the one more scared of looking into the future and realizing how tangled together theirs is, instead of the 17-year-old.
At the suggestion that he guess what it is, and that she could've told him about it in a letter, Angel narrows his eyes, turning to give her a slow once-over as they walk. His mind had been thinking one thing, but she seems to be hinting at something else. "Considering you've told me before how much you like shopping in LA... lingerie?"
Because that is definitely something he can imagine Buffy doing, going into a shop and picking out something she thinks he'll enjoy, or just that she'd get a thrill out of wearing. It's a thought that has merit, and even if he's wrong about the 'surprise', he may have to bring up the idea of buying her something. Wearing something he'd like, hidden under her clothes so only she knows about it. The best kind of secret.
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She knows her experience doesn't compare to his ─ something she does her best to ignore every time her insecurities kick up, when they're together ─ but she's no blushing virgin, either. The summer has been spent not only shopping but learning a thing or two thanks to twentieth century technology and information at her fingertips. Lifting her head from against Angel's shoulder, Buffy tilts her chin up to look at him. Except there isn't a question on her face as if she doesn't understand. What he's met with, should he look at her, is a glint in her eyes, like she's taken it as a personal challenge to prove to him there is. "It's a good thing I said almost perfect, huh." She smirks.
"I like shopping in general. LA has more options than Sunnydale, though." A sad fact, even with a mall, Sunnydale's clothing stores aren't anything compared to LA. She could spend half as much time in stores there, and walk away with double of that than she'd manage here. "And good guess." Is he wrong? Is he right? She's not telling him (he's right). Not with words. And not yet. There's a plan in her head that she's had for weeks. Come Hell or high water, she has every intention on seeing it through just like she imagined. "You're gonna have to wait until we get back to your place to find out." She hums, amused. "Keep guessing though. I wanna hear what else you think I might have in store for you." She adds boldly, the tip of her tongue skimming over her lips deliberately slow as she watches his reaction. What can she say, she likes playing with fire. And because maybe she wants some ideas of what else she could gift him, too.
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"Buffy," he intones seriously, "please remember I'm very old-fashioned. If I got you more jewelry as a gift, it wouldn't be the kind you wear every day."
Frankly, he'd cover her in diamonds if he could. She deserves nothing less. For all that she's been through, and is sure to continue going through, she deserves to be pampered as much as possible.
Feeling a little playful (and frankly a little love-drunk, which she tends to bring out in him anyway, and even more so after spending all summer apart), Angel swings their connected hands a little, narrowing his eyes at her in consideration. "Considering your previous experience with tattoos, I can't imagine that's it. Not a tongue piercing - I would've felt it," he smirks, "even if you did manage to hide the way it changes someone's speech. And any other particular piercings..." He gives her another, more thoroughly and sultry once-over. "...take forever to heal. And while I've heard they're certainly fun, it's more for the person wearing them, than anyone else."
The idea of Buffy with a nipple piercing, or better a clitoral piercing, is intriguing and surprisingly arousing, though. Unfortunately, he can just imagine the complications an active, combative lifestyle would bring, and reluctantly dismisses the idea.
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"You mean the forced tattoo that made me a demon magnet, literally?" Yeah, no. Tattoos are not in her future. Between the initial inking of it and then the removal of it, Buffy's learned tattoos are not worth the cost. Especially in terms of actual money.
What renders her completely speechless, and her brain to stop working altogether, is his informed reply about a tongue ring and other piercings. Particularly how he would've felt it. And now it's all she pictures. Wondering how it might feel to have the metal bar glide over his tongue and over his teeth until she worked her way out and down the length of his body so he could get a better feel for it where it would have the most influence. That alone has her considering it might not be a bad thing. If she were into those kinds of piercings. She's not; but more power to those who are. Her mouth opens ready to comment but all that comes out is an unintelligent sound. Her cheeks are burning and her ears, too. Mainly from the way his eyes darken, just the slightest ─ bless Slayer abilities allowing her to have keen eyesight in the night to notice ─ and how he's drinking her in. A look she knows well. A look that normally has her throwing herself at him, when in private.
Every other reaction her body usually has to it ─ to him, is still present. Just several more blocks and she can have him, she reminds herself.
Finally, finally though, she finds her words with her heart still racing. "How do you know long other piercings take to heal?" She doesn't think he's been with anyone who would have told him, or found out from experiencing it with them, but she has to ask all the same, curious. But then! The second it's out of her mouth it dawns on her.
Turning her head inward, she presses her face momentarily against his arm and groans, realizing what he's done; turned the tables. "You're awful, you know that?" She sighs, "An awful tease."
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Angel can't help his laughter at her guess. "No, not a tiara. A necklace, or earrings - or both - but... you know the phrase 'dripping in diamonds?' That kind of necklace." Although she'd look good with any color of precious gems.
"I'm not sure 'literal demon magnet' is quite accurate - just the one demon was attracted to you," he can't help but murmur, getting sidetracked for just a moment over the thought.
It's only a slight reprieve, as her reaction to his comment about piercings is definitely worth paying attention to. He can hear her heart pounding, recognizes the signs of her arousal even if he couldn't practically taste it in the air around her. "You'd be surprised the kind of people I've met over the years. Vampire and human. There was a tattoo artist in Reno in the 60s who was interested in piercing. He figured out what I was, and kept pestering me to let him 'practice' on me, since I heal fast and couldn't get infections. I did not agree," he's quick to inform her, "but it was still interesting, listening to him talk about stuff."
He laughs again when she realizes what he's done. Bending his head closer to where she has hers pressed to his shoulder, he murmurs, "That is the perfect tease. Awful - and doesn't leave the teaser unaffected."
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"Fine, one demon. Sheesh. You don't need to take it...literally, like I just said, okay that's on me. But still!" She huffs, sticking her tongue out at him.
Practically wrapping herself around his arm, Buffy hangs on his every word and curbs herself from asking any of the vast number of questions springing up as he tells her about the tattoo artist. For the time being, anyhow. She's too caught up in the reality that there are things she doesn't know about him. Small things, not major things since she knows all of those (or she believes). Like this; that he spent time in Nevada. That he hung around people she wouldn't have ever guessed would be the type he'd gravitate towards. "What sorta stuff exactly?" She asks, voice a little quieter, almost shy, with her interest. "And why'd you say no?" It's a legitimate question for someone who could take it out immediately and not scar.
A low growl escapes her at the way he chooses to give her a taste of her own medicine; his voice soft and words hot against her ear. Blunt teeth come to bite not at his skin of his shoulder, but at the material of his shirt in retaliation. Until his little confession sends a shiver down her spine, vibrating her whole body. "What particular piercings did you have in mind when considering what the surprise was?" She asks, her own question exciting her for whatever his answer might be.
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As they near his apartment, Angel feels bold enough to reach out, running his fingers lightly down buffy's neck, over her clavicle, to the dip of her throat and slightly lower. "Was kinda thinking the necklace would be the wardrobe," he informs her in a husky voice.
When she sticks her tongue out at him, he can't help but lean forward and playfully snap his - dull, human - teeth at her.
When she seems shy, but interested in knowing more, Angel realizes he hasn't really told her much about his life before coming to Sunnydale - his post-soul life, at any rate. He shrugs a little. "He was a hippie, had traveled to India to learn traditional tattooing, then came home to learn the modern methods. Talking about how to get the ink to take under the skin, different pigments and how they fade over time. He liked my tattoo--" he shifts his shoulder forward a little, to indicate the gryphon on his back, "--asked me a lot of questions about it, only some of which I could answer. I did let him practice tattooing on me; a vampire's skin doesn't take regular tattoo ink, it just heals over before it can set. He was fascinated by that, too. As to why I said no to the piercing..." he shrugs a little. "It felt too much like being a guinea pig. I can't explain the difference, it was just... A little too much."
The tiny growl she gives, the bite to his shirt, wondering what piercings he'd been thinking of - all together, it's too much; Angel lets go of buffy's hand, only to swoop down and whisk her up into his arms. "Screw walking," he mutters, starting to sprint the last few blocks.
The nice thing about being a vampire is, he doesn't get winded from running. Fatigued after a while, but not from just running a few blocks.
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The snap of his teeth causes her face to crinkle up and pulls a laugh out of her. If he was going for seductive with that, it somehow backfired and registered only as adorable. Which she'll keep to herself.
Instinctively her hand reaches behind him. Blindly tracing fingers over the material of his shirt where she knows the tattoo to be hidden underneath, she says, "I like it, too." In case he was wondering how she felt about it. She nods at his explanation. At not wanting to be made some guinea pig, or lab rat. "Would you get one now? A piercing not a tattoo I mean." She has to ask, even if he isn't the type of guy who would get one, either.
Before she can add on what kind of piercing would he get, if he did contemplate getting one, the world shifts and she's no longer standing. The sudden change in position makes her squeak in surprise. But then she's caught on. Her arms loop around his neck, holding onto him as he rushes back to the mansion. The position now gives her the ability to reach his ear. "How about you screw me instead?" She breathes boldly, leaning forward to capture the soft part of his ear between teeth, giving it a tug.
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Somehow, she managed to turn an already-good fantasy into something brilliant. It's not even something entirely new to him, clothed sex, whether it's both or only one of them - sadly, pretty much nothing is new to him, as far as sex at this point - but when it's with Buffy, everything seems more. The idea plays out in his head, and he decides then and there he's going to have to find the most exquisite necklace, and earrings, and maybe even some bracelets, just to complete the look, for her to wear. He'll buy paste jewelry if he has to (although he'd much prefer it be the real thing, since his eyes can tell the subtle difference).
Since the tongue sticking out from her wasn't mature or seductive, he wasn't going for that, either. He likes getting to be playful with her. Playful used to be something only Angelus did; even as a human he'd rarely gotten to be playful, not like this.
The idea of getting a piercing now still holds no appeal to him, and privately he thinks Spike is much more suited to that kind of thing. Despite the tattoo (which he'd mostly done as an act of low-class rebellion against his upbringing, despite doing it after he'd already become a vampire), he still considers things like tattoos or piercings to either be crass, low-class, or just obnoxious. At least when it comes to himself, anyway.
Buffy's murmur against his ear, feeling her hot breath, followed by the gentle-sharp tug of her teeth, brings forth an involuntary growl from his chest. "That's the plan, lass," he mutters, a hint of Irish coloring his words.
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Hopefully it is just how he views piercings when it comes to himself. Otherwise Buffy, with her several holes along her ears,and the one she's been thinking about getting, might have a lot to be self-conscious about.
Whether the slip of his accent around the endearment was deliberate or not, the sound of it, coupled with the growl that she feels vibrate from his chest, goes straight to her core and she melts against him. If he could smell her arousal earlier, then there's no mistaking it now. Not with just how turned on she is. Despite the way her nature ─ the Slayer's nature ─ scratches under the surface in reaction to the growl.
And as much as she'd like nothing more than to rip his clothes off and have him do the same, she has a plan. One she very much still wants to see through. Albeit faster than previously pictured. But not too much faster. One of the points was to tease him, slowly with the big reveal.
"When we get back to your place, I need ─ no, I want you to set me down and for you to sit down. Doesn't matter if it's on the couch or the bed, I just need you to do that for me, okay? And also, I need you not to touch. I wanna enjoy showing you what I bought." She breathes, mustering up the confidence she had just before finding him in the graveyard but lost somewhere along the way temporarily.
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As in most things, Angel's a walking contradiction. He views himself (and most older vampires, really) through a completely different lens, holds himself to a different standard than he expects modern-era humans to adhere to. For an average human... he really doesn't have much of an opinion. For Buffy... actually, he finds her multiple earrings charming, a little enticing. But then, she's never been an average human girl to him, anyway.
Listening to her instructions, he can already imagine having to physically sit on his hands in order to follow them.
Thankfully, he never locks his apartment door. The kinds of beings who might come looking for him aren't usually deterred by locks - or doors in general - and with him not being human, the same invitation rules don't apply to other vampires. Still, he sets Buffy down outside the door, opens it, leaving her to follow - and walks straight to his bed, where he sits. Firmly on his hands.
"No touching."
He's fully prepared for some at least mild torture, but a very big pay-off.